Chapter 114 Falling off the cliff

The sound of the wind poured into his ears. Nangong Bingyu closed her eyes and only felt Zhang Zhuo's warm palm around his waist, and his whole body was suddenly lifted. It turned out that Zhang Zhuo was in mid-air. For some reason, he struggled to turn over with Nangong Bingyu and pointed his back at the bottom.

"Kaka" made a few crisp sounds, and the two walked through the dense forest and continued to fall with the broken branches that were smashed to pieces.

The century-old forest trees are tall and lush, with overlapping branches, "Card! In the sound of Kakaka, the two bumped into layers of thick leaves and fell a little weakly. Nangong Bingyu and Zhang Zhuo knew that they were about to land and knew that they would not be spared. They hugged each other and refused to let go.

This should also be regarded as the same cave.

Puff! Poo!

Quiet Lao Lin made two dull sounds.

The body touched the ground and did not hear the expected sound of broken bones. There were only two strange sounds. The ground seemed to be soft. The body actually inserted straight into the soft ground and completely removed the powerful force of the two people's fall.

Nangong Bingyu and Zhang Zhuo opened their eyes and couldn't believe that they were still alive.

Both of them looked around at the same time and suddenly said, "Ah!" With a shout, he was surprised and happy.

I don't know what wild fruits grow in this wild forest. For hundreds of miles, because it is remote and uninhabited, the flowers bloom and fall, and no one picks them. They fall under the trees. Year after year, the wild fruits and dead leaves accumulate into a thick layer. Now it happens to be when the fruit is ripe and fall to the ground, the rotten fruits and leaves are silt. It is a life-saving blanket that is half the height of the people.

The marriage was created by layers of dense branches and leaves in front of them, and then there was a natural floor blanket, which saved their lives.

When it was really an endless road, Nangong Bingyu smiled sweetly at Zhang Zhuo. The corners of Zhang Zhuo's lips were slightly hooked. Before the smile unfolded, he suddenly condensed and showed a strange look. Seeing his appearance, Nangong Bingyu's smile was also condensed, and his dark eyes looked at Zhang Zhuo.

Zhang Zhuo obviously thought of something. His face was getting darker and darker. Later, he was like a layer of frost, turned around and walked out of the "fruit stream" deep to his chest. He chose a flat land that did not accumulate too much fruit and sat down to rest.

Nang Bingyu looked at him walk away and was stunned for a while. She watched Zhang Zhu take off his dirty robe and see the blood on his left arm flowing straight down from her fingers. Her eyes suddenly trembled, lowered her head and walked over and whispered, "I'll help you."

"Go away!"

Zhang Zhuo shouted in a cold and ruthless tone. Hearing Nangong Bingyu, he was slightly shocked and retreated at a loss and looked down at him. Zhang Zhuo also ignored her, took out a bag of good gold medicine that he often brought with him, sprinkled it on the wound, tore the edge of the robe with his teeth, and made cloth to wrap the wound.

"Yunya Ropeway..." Nangong Bingyu knew that he was angry and said softly, "I ordered someone to cut off the ropeway to prevent you from raiding the handsome camp, but I forgot to remind you."

Zhang Zhuo couldn't hear it, bowed his head and wrapped his right arm.

"At that time, the two armies fought, and the coach made a plan. I... Who would have expected you to return..."

Zhang Zhuo suddenly raised his head, and his sharp eyes went straight to Nangong Bingyu. He said indifferently, "Whapp or go back, I will eventually set foot on the ropeway. It turns out that you can't wait to kill me, okay, okay! Very good!" He suddenly saw Nangong Bingyu and was overjoyed, and then experienced the moment of life and death. After waking up, the first thing that came up was the doubt that he was harmed by his heart. How could he not be angry?

nodded his head and said three good words, but no longer gritted his teeth, but just squeezed his thin lips and smiled coldly: "In the previous life, you told me that we would never live up..."

"Ha..." He read it twice and laughed loudly: "Zhang Zhuo, Zhang Zhuo, you fool!" The sound is sad and to the bone.

How could he forget that he would fall into this time and space? It's just because Qin Fei drove a car and crashed into him crazily! If he hadn't protected his only distant cousin who had returned to China, I'm afraid he would have come to this time and space with him!

Hearing Zhang Zhuo's words, Nangong Bingyu's heart was cold. When she faced the enemy's thousands of horses alone on the tower, she had never tried such a coldness as being in an ice cave. Her face faded, and her lips trembled and said, "I...I..."

She ordered the military division Li Yang to cut off the ropeway, but she did not expect that the military division Li Yang would secretly destroy the ropeway and lure the enemy to embark on a dead end. However, from the perspective of the military division Li Yang, the confrontation between the two armies can make the enemy more casualties, the better. That's a natural thing.

Nangong Bingyu's heart was blocked, "I" for a long time. Looking at Zhang Zhuo, tears fell down, and he couldn't say a word.

The moon is high and the forest is extremely cold. Nangong Bingyu was shaky and leaned weakly against the trunk of the tree. He sat down slowly for a long time and whispered, "You are injured and can't catch a cold. Can I make a fire?"

Zhang Zhuo sat cross-legged against another tree, looking elsewhere and asked blankly, "Together with firelight, I don't know if it's Dajing's army that found us first."

Nangong Bingyu was punched in the chest, and the pain was speechless. Her eyes were blurred, and tears that had finally stopped gushed out again. Thinking of his soft heart, he was regarded as a snake venom and scorpion by him. He bit his lower lip, raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, held the tree trunk to stand up, and turned away.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Zhuo heard her movements, but his eyes still did not move over and asked coldly.

Nangong Bingyu said bitterly, "Naturally, it's looking for Dajing's army." No matter how Zhang Zhuo reacts, he hesitates to walk away.

Zhang Zhuo snorted heavily and couldn't help turning his head to look when she went.

In the dark, the long hairpin on Nangong's ice jade hair emitted a faint light in the long silky hair, which was actually made by the expensive night jade.

Seeing that she just bent down in the nearby bushes and did not go far, he was secretly relieved. There are a lot of poisonous beasts in the forest, and most ordinary people are desperate to go out. Thinking like this, although I hate that my heart is soft, my eyes are even more inseparable from Nangong Bingyu.

After a while, Nangong Bingyu came back with a lot of things on the hem of his robe and fell in front of Zhang Zhuo. There were freshly mature fruits with good color and unknown grassroots. Zhang Zhuo turned his face away and made the same gesture as when she left.

Nangong Bingyu sat down, picked up a fruit, and said annoidly, "Although the wild fruit in the forest can fill your stomach, I am determined to kill you. It's better not to eat it."

Zhang Zhuo was silent, and Nangong Bingyu grabbed the grass roots that had just been picked: "These herbs are naturally poisonous. It's better not to use them. It's better to be a one-armed coach in the future than to be killed by a bad woman."

She said a few words angrily. Seeing that Zhang Zhuo still ignored it, she felt even more boring. She was disheartened and stopped talking. She picked up a fruit and chewed it in her mouth. Her mouth was full of bitterness, so she threw the fruit and leaned her back against the trunk of the tree.

Lin Feng is more rampant and cold at midnight.

The two were silent and their eyes did not touch each other. Nangong Bingyu looked down at his feet, and Zhang Zhuo turned to the north. It's only a few feet away, but I feel that thousands of miles away, I can't get together, and I can't say the frustration.

Thinking of the oath said on the cliff not long ago, it was like a strange dream. Even if it is a dream, it wakes up too fast.

Nangong Bingyu was extremely tired and felt that he was about to collapse, but his eyes could not be closed. He secretly glanced at Zhang Zhuo, who was like a stone and had no movement at all. He blinked his eyes and tears slid down his cheeks silently. At first, I wiped it with the back of my hand, but later I simply didn't wipe it. It made tears flow like that, but I felt a little happy.

Zhang Zhuo listened to Nangong Bingyu chokingly. When he heard a sound, his heart twitched. While he couldn't look back, he secretly scolded himself for being a member of the Southern Barbarian royal family, but he didn't have this little perseverance.

Later, I heard a dull cough behind him, as if covering his mouth with his hand, but there was a slight sound, and he couldn't help it any more. He picked up the wind-dried robe on the ground with his toes, gently picked it up, and the robe flew with the situation and accurately fell under the eyes of Nangong Bingyu.

Nangong Bingyu was slightly stunned and looked at the robe. It seemed that it was a rare thing she had never seen before. For a long time, she picked it up and put it on her shoulder. Her sad eyes shifted to Zhang Zhuo, bit her lips, stood up, bent down to take the grass roots thrown on the ground, and went to Zhang Zhuo to kneel on his side.

She stretched out her hand uneasily and touched the wound wrapped in Zhang Zhuo's right arm. This person, still, was still the same. She accidentally got the wound before, and she always wrapped the wound for him.

Zhang Zhuo's body was hard and his face was gloomy, but surprisingly there was no sound or movement. Nangong Bingyu was secretly relieved, squeezed her lips, untied Zhang Zhuo's simple dressing, found a stone to grind the grass roots out of juice, and evenly applied it to the wound.

The right arm is cold and indescribably comfortable. Nangong Bingyu's dexterous little hand gently stroked Zhang Zhuo's strong muscles.

After tossing for a long time, he rewraped the wound. Nangong Bingyu looked at it slightly tiredly, nodded with satisfaction, and stood up and went back to the tree she had just sat in.

The foot tightened and was held by Zhang Zhuo's thin ankle.

Nangong Bingyu looked back at him carefully.

Zhang Zhuo didn't say anything and pulled Nangong Bingyu down. At this time, his clenched waist fell into the hands of his left hand, shackling Nangong Bingyu. His injured right arm was raised with difficulty and gently plucked Nangong Bingyu's face.

Nangong Bingyu's trembling eyes looked at Zhang Zhuo's faintly visible face in the moonlight, obediently listened to Zhang Zhuo's meaning, and leaned his head on his thick chest.

Bang, bang... Zhang Zhuo's heartbeat came into his ear.

Maybe it's her heartbeat.

"Did I blame you wrong?" Zhang Zhuo sighed, "Phil, tell me."

"Should I be proud," Nangong Bingyu said softly, "Who in the world can be misunderstood by Zhang Zhuo?"

Zhang Zhuo felt powerless for the first time in his life: "What should I do with you? What else do you have to deceive me?"

"I tell you, will you believe me?"

"Tell me why you have been taking procrastination tactics since you commanded Dajing's army. What are you waiting for?"

Nangong's ice jade-like eyes looked at Zhang Zhuo and said frankly, "I'm waiting for the news of the Southern Barbarian Palace."